Palas Kumar Ray

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Erosion - Poem by Palas Kumar Ray

Now onward for an hour and a half
From this pillar to that post I'll walk.
For this hour and a half I'll talk to me.
I'll talk to me and no one will hear.

Now for this hour and a half
Very minutely I'll examine
the balance sheet of our dying relationship.
I'll think twice, rethink thrice if I should
Make a phone call to you.
Or should I restrain for now and forever.

Friend, I know if I make the call you will
Talk to me with your famous friendly tune
But now I also believe that you'll never
Make a first phone call to me.
This makes a difference to me.
But I'm afraid you'll never know it.

Walking from this pillar to that post
Now for and hour and a half
Again next week and few weeks thereafter
Same day, same time here I'll slowly kill
my wishes to talk to you always first.
May be someday I'll also be killing
my wishes to talk to you altogether.

May be very soon sadly I'll
Wash out your existence from my memory
May be very soon (though I don't wish)
Yours will be an unknown number
in my phone book.
This will be very sad I know but
I'm undone, friend I'm undone.

Now onward for an hour and a half
from this pillar to that post I'll walk.
Walking from this pillar to that post
now for and hour and a half I'll think.
Thinking again and again I'll uproot
the reminiscence of our wilted friendship.






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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 25, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, June 6, 2014


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